“Is that the kind of attitude world-class whores have?” She demanded, and shoved her hands up our robes. Her fingers entered us, the index and middle penetrating our slits, the ring and pinky pushing into our asses, both hands stirring expertly, making us weak in the knees. “Come now, ladies,” She growled in our ears, “let me hear some of that Alkandran enthusiasm.”
“Yes, Yavara!” We cried out together, each of us leaning into her shoulder. She grinned delightedly, and took my kiss on her lips, long and passionate, before she did the same with Furia.